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Planet Earth,

It is your inhabitants that defy all beauty with mortal wounds. This is no plea to encourage your salvation. By the natural discourse of the human collective and the psyche which binds us all as one human body, I declare beauty as relative to human scum. I do not condone us but I thank those who trail on the backside of this dichotomy. Thank you for making the world seem beautiful. As it may seem ignorant to apply such theory to poverty or war, it must be done. Those fighting to raise the bottom notch are only fighting the antithesis of all life. Not to say fighting the thesis of these things, such as the rich or the powerful, is any more effective. The only fight worth defining this planet is the fight against mediocrity. Those in the middle, who hold themselves higher than the lowest lows and leech off the highest highs, are the ones who synthesize the ultimate destruction of beauty. The planet, condemned as it already is, seems to have a shadow of hope located in the human collective but do not kid yourself. The only shadow of hope for this world is one that lies in its end, the only constant. A lonely artist wrote the following expressing the current state of this shadow we call hope:

“Hope lies dead in my passenger seat as I continued down the road. I could blame the fog or possibly the faint taste of alcohol still on my breath, but it is no consolation to anyone. I ran over Hope somewhere in the halfway point of my trip, on a mountain road just off the summit. At first I was frightened to realize what I had done but as I got out of the car and witnessed the scene of my total annihilation I could not weep. In an act of desperation I propped Hope up in the passenger seat, fastening the belt firmly around its midsection. Hope lay bleeding in the seat for time being. As I continue this trip and as the cleansing air of the mountains quickly fades, Hope starts smelling of rotting flesh. Even open windows do not numb the sharp smell. I ponder over whether or not to dispose of it but something holds me back. I can only keep hope around for fear of completely abandoning it before I reach my destination.”

Planet Earth has taken hope for a ride but it is of no use because hope is not the goal. The goal, as it seems, is simply the end. If we keep fighting for an end we might be pleasantly disappointed when we find it.

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